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The white Christmas party tonight would have been fun despite the overabundance of red sweaters if I hadn't gotten to talking with a Mr. Creepy-Husband, who was too tall to be standing that close and too gray-haired to be confusing anthropology with archaeology and using the word "fascinating" while talking about Native Americans for twenty minutes. So I diverted the subject to hunting and after an additional ten minutes of quail meat versus deer meat I dropped the vegetarian bomb and fled to the buffet table for some pineapple casserole. mmm. No seriously, the food was fantastic.
So I made this cheesecake that looks absolutely horrific but I think it'll be okay. Good thing I also made an apple custard pie that looks a little on the fantastic side. These pies represent my day, my being, and the nature of the world.
I did not call Sophie, Sasha, or Bessie today. I did not e-mail Stephen. I did not register with Common Ground, but that's because I don't know how to. In conclusion, I am incompetent even when I have next to nothing to do. However, to say that I have nothing to do is to seriously and detrimentally downplay the role of fighting with my mother in my life. This evening before going to the wasp party I thought I might mentally implode or collapse in a similarly terrific way. That didn't happen. Of course, neither did anything else. Except for pie-making. And fighting. C'est la vie!
Maybe my life will be less relaxed once I know how to say other things in French.
So I made this cheesecake that looks absolutely horrific but I think it'll be okay. Good thing I also made an apple custard pie that looks a little on the fantastic side. These pies represent my day, my being, and the nature of the world.
I did not call Sophie, Sasha, or Bessie today. I did not e-mail Stephen. I did not register with Common Ground, but that's because I don't know how to. In conclusion, I am incompetent even when I have next to nothing to do. However, to say that I have nothing to do is to seriously and detrimentally downplay the role of fighting with my mother in my life. This evening before going to the wasp party I thought I might mentally implode or collapse in a similarly terrific way. That didn't happen. Of course, neither did anything else. Except for pie-making. And fighting. C'est la vie!
Maybe my life will be less relaxed once I know how to say other things in French.